User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The Mercenaries' War/@comment-1298206-20151017012538

''Perpetually drifting from place to place, serving no master and an ally to none, the mute stoat kept to the shadows as he traversed through the thick underbrush of Mossflower Woods. It had been quite some time since he had been employed. The time that had passed since he had last been rewarded with food or resources left his quiver lighter and his stomach empty. All he had to do was find somebeast who wanted another beast dead and he could continue doing what he did best.''